The “track” wasn’t much more than an inlaid wooden oval around the circumference of the long room, but it served well as a jogging perimeter and now was equally suited to the double sissy team crawling in a clockwise direction with Grace, Janet and Susan stationed at the curves with whips in hand, encouraging the duo with a few strokes every few paces and a few choice words now and then.
“Ben, Honey,” Grace said, flicking the whip so that the ends alternately just barely touched Joanne’s exposed buttocks and Ben’s hanging t**s with their heavy steel rings weighting and stretching them downward. “Pick up the pace. Make one more circuit and then come to me and clean up these boots while Joanne works on your asshole. You will work in concert. You lick and she buggers. Do it with a decent rhy
